Oh, my sweet little devil
You view me so high
put me on a pedestal to display

You hold me up
Comfort me when I'm down
try to support me as best as you can

But would you still hold me close
comfort my fears
if you realized I wasn't the angle you saw

Would you still wish to be near
if you understood
that is my biggest regret

the one simple action
that controls my life
involved you?

Could you still look at me the same
or would your view change
when you see me shy away from your loving touch

Would you leave little devil
if you understood what I did
that November morning?